Jean and Lisa's new found love begins to blossom.

"I'm up for it, let's see how it goes," I remember thinking.

I groped her balls firmly and applied a good strong bit of pressure. She recoiled with moans and then kissed me more fervently than before, biting at my lips and scratching at my bare chest. Her dick was every bit as hard as mine. And, based on feel alone, I guessed that it was about my size as well! There she was, vulnerable in my arms, with her big dick swaying and struggling for relief in my hand. It was finally time. I dropped lower and pulled her cock out, slowly sliding what I discovered was a purple g-string down to reveal the ladymeat below. I loved the femininity of this most masculine of parts. It fit her and she embodied it so well. There was nothing forced about her being a lady with a dick, it all worked. In fact, I again found myself being more excited by this development than if I had been about to eat a pussy. Perhaps it was the novelty, the wildness of the whole scene, but I think too it was that she seemed to have clicked just then. Seeing her beautiful naked penis swinging tantalizingly in my face as I knelt there, was seeing her come into full focus. Seeing what a beautiful person she was, and fully understanding her appeal, her sexual pull. I moved in slowly and put her cock between my lips. I didn't really know what to do with it, but I wanted to have my mouth full of warm flesh. It was great! I yearned for it and I got it. But I also had to remind myself to wait for it. I couldn't dive right down on her dick like that. I still had to build it all up first.

Coyly, I teased and softly sucked the tip for a little while, taking my mouth off entirely sometimes, always keeping it near though, poised, opened around the cock, ready to go down and take it all. I was happy and looking up at her. Finally she'd had enough teasing and pulled my head down firmly onto her dick, thrusting her pelvis forward and burying her meat quite suddenly into my throat. Lucky for her I only gagged somewhat but not enough to stop me. I slurped fervently on her well-sized cock like a true gentleman. It was fun. She took a handful of my hair and fucked my face, moaning, "Ohhh yeah boy, suck that fucking lady-dick".

My own crotch was absolutely dying now, but also - it didn't care! If I never came it would be totally fine, almost more fun somehow. This was the first time I could recall feeling like that. Usually most of what sex was about for me was working up to, and then getting to, blow my load. But in this whole new territory I found myself playing in I seemed to have discovered the niche of being there to get her off. And - amazingly - the change was liberating.

She took my hand and guided me to get up from the floor and move over to the bed. She stripped me of my boxers and I flopped down on my back, naked and bare - cock waving. She wrapped her lovely thin fingers around it but just pushed it down toward my belly without stroking it. Her other hand's fingertips ran over my balls, pulling at the skin and scratching lightly. My whole groin felt damp with drops of sweat in the humid night air. It felt potent - full of possibilities and ready to explore them. Farther down, my asshole felt exposed and ready to be put to use. I secretly hoped she was going to take me and not let me cum until after she'd given me a good pounding. As it turned out, she had just the same idea!